Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1455

Chapter 1455

Madeline widened her eyes. She could not begin to accept that the woman in the mirror was herself.

Her face was wrapped in a heavy layer of gauze. She could not see an inch of her skin aside from her eyes.

Her face…

Madeline felt as if her legs had been injected with lead. They felt so heavy that she could not move an inch.

She lifted her hands and slowly touched her cheek. She could not believe that her face might have been ruined beyond recognition.

“Miss, are you alright?” the young maid next to her asked in concern.

Madeline lowered her trembling hands and turned to look at the maid. “My face…”

She wanted to ask, but after saying those two words, she realized that her voice sounded so hoarse like it was sandpaper dragging across a table.

“Your face was hurt pretty badly. Dr. Lane said that it’ll take a long time to recover but don’t worry, Dr. Lane is an amazing doctor, so you’ll definitely recover.” The maid comforted Madeline gently and kindly.

However, Madeline felt as if she had fallen into an icy lake. The unbearable cold was slowly seeping into her bone marrow.

She felt as if all of her energy had been sucked dry at that instant. Suddenly, her legs weakly gave out under her.

The maid quickly supported her. “Stop overthinking. You’ll get better.”

‘You’ll get better.’

Madeline felt that those three words seemed extremely extravagant now.

When she saw her extremely swollen face through her dazed and teary eyes, she could approximately guess the level of the injury on her face.

The figure and face slowly became clearer through her teary eyes. Then, Madeline remembered the man she saw while she was still groggy a few days ago.

The man threw the handkerchief on her thigh when he noticed that Madeline was lost in thoughts with her eyes on him. Then, he placed both of his hands into his pockets and turned around carefreely.

Madeline watched blankly as the man turned around. He was wearing a cream-colored casual outfit while his clean and tall figure made him look extraordinary.

The sunlight from the middle of autumn landed on his body. However, it could not get rid of the frigid aura that was coming from his body.

There was also an inherent silent air of nobility and elegance in his aura.

Madeline’s instinct told her that this man was not a young master from an ordinary wealthy family.

She grabbed the handkerchief the man left her, and at that moment, her mind was clear.

She should not be so pessimistic.